Eons ago one bright young day
a cupid child looked down.
He fired to earth two tiny darts
and flew about his way.
A boy and girl sat far apart,
been passing time since birth.
The darts struck hearts
and four great loves
survive until today.
The first great love, an eros rush,
forays the soul with thrust.
A romantic hue or errant cue
and romance becomes mistrust.
The second love familial,
a love for child unbound.
A shining hue, a loving true,
endless love renowned.
The third great love is friendship,
goodwill to one another.
To be a friend until the end
they must have worth together.
The fourth great love is of three parts,
for God, for strangers and for nature.
That part of love is charity.
If not, no longer pure.
It all began with our mythical friend,
a preschooler high above.
This little friend designed this blend,
four things we now call love.